Chapter 8: Fun Traps

It was Saturday, and Harry had woken up later than usual, for once, glad that he was banned from Quidditch. It allowed him to lie lazily in his bed rather than flying in the freezing Northern morning. He needed that extra lazy sleep after his encounters with Hermione and Daphne. Both had been exceedingly fun, but also quite exhausting. The opportunity to rest in the bet, gathering himself, especially since he had another meeting in the Room of Requirements just minutes later, was a nice bonus.

The bed was comfortable, so much that even the promise of arguably the best pair of tits in the school, it was a struggle to stand up. But still, he did. Normally, he wouldn't care too much about being a few minutes late, but he didn't want to lose the opportunity to be the one to configure the room, which would allow him to fill it with all kind of fun traps.

So, after a quick breakfast, he was in the Room of Requirements, trying to perfect his newfound ability in Transfiguration as he waited for Susan to arrive. He was working on his spells for almost half an hour when the door opened, admitting a familiar redheaded figure inside. "Sorry, I'm late," Susan said, breathing hard, a movement that managed to move her chest in a very interesting way despite the bulky robes she was wearing. And, thanks to his clever trick during their last session of training, he hadn't had to struggle trying to imagine what lay underneath. "Hannah was insistent that I accompany her to Hogsmeade, and it took a bit of effort to ditch her."

"Not a problem," Harry said, even though he took a small note to make her pay in some small, but enjoyable, way. It wasn't a true bother, but since she had forced Harry to get out of the bed earlier than necessary, he was entitled to some compensation. "How was your week?" he asked.

"Not bad," she explained. "I just saw Umbridge trying to chase several animated cows through in the fourth floor. With everything else going on, she seems close to cracking."

"That's definitely good news. Let's hope it happens sooner than later," answered Harry, who never counted Umbridge in the list of people he was fond of even before he learned she was responsible for trying to assassinate him. He dispelled his existing conjurations with a silent wave of his wand, noting that Susan was watching them with awe. He smirked. Impressing a beautiful girl came with some interesting dividends, he learned during the last few days. "That toad dirtied the school corridors long enough as is."

"My aunt is trying to come up with a way to get rid of her, but Fudge is blocking it steadfastly," Susan answered with an obvious distaste.

"Of course he does," Harry answered dismissively. "After all the power he had given to her, his fate is tied to her success. He is already barely holding to his power after the fiasco with Dumbledore. He has no chance of surviving, the removal and disgrace of his handpicked headmistress."

"Politics," she murmured. "Nothing but trouble."

"Definitely," Harry answered. "Then, let's not waste any time on that, and start our training. Some more practice duels?" Susan nodded. Harry concentrated asking the room to bring the same setup they had used the last time, but with some small changes. First, the clothes he summoned for Susan were better looking, including a cleavage for the top, too deep to be classified modest in any sense of the word. Second, he also included some underwear with the set. Nothing revealing, just a set of sports bra and wide panties, but there was one important advantage. They were created by the room, meaning he could modify them with nothing but a mental order. "Why don't you go and change, so that we can start. We're already late as it is?"

There was a blush on Susan's face unrelated to her infuriation with him as she walked away. His needling was intentional. More at fault she felt, more reluctant she would feel to criticize the clothes he had conjured. As soon as she disappeared behind the screen, he ordered the room to make it one-way transparent, which allowed him to continue watching her as she picked up the clothes the room prepared for her according to his exact specifications. The shock on her face was delicious. "Harry," she said, her voice trembling. "Are you sure those clothes came out correctly."

"Of course they are," he answered, trying to copy the offended sound whenever someone suggested Hermione that her collection of Hogwarts: A History might not be entirely accurate.

When she answered, her voice was even lower, and was trembling slightly. "It's just that they seem to be a bit more revealing than yesterday's."

"That's what muggles wear for everyday exercise," Harry answered dismissively. "But I can change them if you don't think you can handle them."

"No, no, I can handle them," she answered rapidly, trying to make her earlier complaint irrelevant. He smiled happily about her low self-confidence. Most people were intimidated by her growing beauty and assets, though the reputation of her aunt played a role as well. As a result, she had an inaccurate perception about her desirability, and he was more than willing to abuse it.

She raised the stretch top he had conjured for her once more, looking at it dejectedly, her courage faltering. Then, she took a deep breath, as if to reinforce her fading spirit. It somehow worked, allowing her to start unbuttoning her robe, but her expression stayed undecided. A fact that was significantly less important than her robe and her blouse resting on the hanger he conjured. Or more accurately, what they were allowing to see with their absence, Harry corrected as he examined her bountiful breasts, barely contained by the bulky atrocity she called a bra. Still, as her skirt and socks shared the path of her robe, his anticipation intensified, excited that he was about to see her naked for the first time.

His excitement was so high that he couldn't help but feel to pull out his shaft, rubbing it softly as she reached to her back, unlocking her bra. The tension threw it forward, allowing Harry to gaze upon her perfectly shaped breasts for the first time. They were even better he thought they would be, standing against the gravity, no, rejecting its hold completely in a way that could only be a magical ability. He wanted that just walking behind the screen and lodging his cock between these masterpieces was an option, but it wasn't. Not yet at least, so he consoled himself by watching her getting rid of her panties to reveal an equally impressive ass, then she started pulling the clothes he had provided.

The underwear, she felt no complication putting on, as Harry had intentionally provided a wholesome set for sports activities that covered easily as much as her own set. He did so, because for her to be wearing the underwear provided by the room was much more important than the depth of her cleavage. Wearing the yoga pants and the top he had provided took quite a bit more, and actually required him to call for her once more, but soon, she was in front of him once more, wearing the tight set he had provided, shuffling indecisively.

"You look beautiful," he said, and she broke a smile that erased most of the uncertainty on display.

"Thanks, Harry," she murmured shyly. "You are looking quite dashing as well."

He nodded in acceptance. "Let's not waste too much time," he said. "Are you ready to start." She nodded, raising her wand, and he called the duel to start.

First few duels, he kept it casual, wanting her to lose her awareness about her clothing before starting to push the boundaries of what was possible. Making her cleavage deeper or her clothes more transparent were options, but Harry wanted to start with something more creative. He focused for a moment before adding a certain vibration to her underwear, directly above her knob, something he had been inspired by the muggle vibrators lonely women used to pleasure themselves. It wasn't as strong, as otherwise would have risked being noticed by Susan, but it added a focused vibration whenever Susan was in movement, allowing it to be hidden in the normal strain.

And after a few minutes, he started to see the differences. Her face was redder than it was just moments ago, and she was breathing harder than her level of movement had required. Even more importantly, while avoiding the spells, she started to move more than what was necessary to dodge successfully, suggesting that her subconsciousness already linked the pleasure with the movement. "Amazing," Harry called after a particularly wide miss, increasing the intensity of the pleasure she got from her success.

"Thanks," she said even as she sent a pair of stunners to him in rapid succession, showing that she was actually quite good in dueling. But just not his match, he added as he conjured a metal wall in the way, an unnecessarily taxing move even for him. Though there was a method to his madness, as when he waved his wand once more, the wall started to flying, forcing her to threw herself on the side to dodge. Another wave, and the wall turned into long, animated strings, which then wrapped around her before she could react.

"Good work," he called even as he dispelled them, allowing her to move once more.

"Not good enough," she answered, the bitterness of continuous defeats starting to overwhelm the elation she felt by working with him.

A dangerous proposition, but one he could feasibly convert to an opportunity. "No, really good. It's just that you're too focused on what you can see, which makes you ignore anything outside of it. Maybe we could focus on that for a while."

"You would do that, for me," she said, excitedly. "I don't want to keep you away from your training."

"Of course I would," Harry said, trying to copy the smile he had seen Sirius was carrying in his old photos. The sudden jump on Susan's blush suggested that it worked as intended. He conjured an opaque sleep mask on her. "Wear this," he said.

"But I won't be able to see anything," she said after raising it in front of her eyes.

"That's the point," Harry explained. "You're going to wear it, and I'm going to create a few slow moving objects that would be moving in certain directions. Then, I will call them just once, and you will try to remember where they were and how they are moving."

"It sounds complicated," she said, less than confident.

"It's not exactly easy," Harry answered. "But it would be a great help for you to keep track of the different elements in a fight. But don't worry, I trust you. You can handle it." She nodded resolutely, and pulled the sleep mask on, which affixed itself on her face with a sticking charm. Harry didn't want it to fall down halfway, or for her to pull it down without a warning. The reason was simple, he didn't want her to actually see what was going on.

His speech was less about making her more confident, and more about ensuring that she was blind to what was happening in the room. As he added the first flying object, a pillow, in the room and called its direction, he was simultaneously conjuring a chair for him to sat down, and some lotion to make the following activity even more fun. His next order to the room increased the transparency of her clothes, leaving her naked for all practical purposes as she stumbled around the room, trying to follow his suggestions and reminders.

It was a bullshit training that he had created just to have an excuse to make her wear a blindfold, but funny enough, it worked even better than he expected, with her managing to avoid the most after a few initial mishaps. He smiled as he continued, one hand always around his shaft, pumping, but the novelty of seeing her naked wore of quick. He didn't want to be a voyeur that she was unaware of, he wanted her to cry helplessly under his touch as the pleasure overwhelmed her every sense.

He stood up, gathering his pants as he dispelled the accessories that made his peeping activities more favorable, then turned her clothes to their initial state. "You can stop now," he called. "We made enormous progress today. Let's see how it affected your actual dueling." And much to Harry's surprise, it had enhanced her dueling abilities significantly, so much that he actually had to put a decent effort to during the last duel.

"Amazing," he called as he helped her to stand up. "Much better."

"You really think so?" she asked, but her attention more on his fingers around hers. Harry deliberately left his fingers around hers, acting absentmindedly as they went through the key points of the duels.

"We should call it a day," he said. "It's almost one, and you're already looking exhausted."

"Already?" she said, trying to look less exhausted than she obviously was. "I can go for more."

Harry chuckled. "Maybe you can, but I was looking forward to resting in a jacuzzi, enjoying the weekend."

"What's that?" she asked, though obviously dejected with his rejection.

"It's another muggle conception. It's like a bath, but there is also some water continuously moving with high pressure, giving a pleasant massage."

"It sounds nice," she said wistfully.

"Since you don't have anything immediate to do, why don't you join me in it. The room could easily make it larger." To prove, he concentrated, creating one that was big enough for both of them to sit, but not big enough that they could sit without any physical contact.

"It seems comfortable," she murmured. "But I can't exactly get into the water with those clothes."

"Not a problem, I can easily ask the room to conjure you a muggle swimwear as well." With the reference to muggle swimwear, she suddenly looked less enthusiastic about the possibility. "Come on, Suzie, you're not getting cold feet, are you?"

"Of course not!" she answered rapidly before realizing what exactly she agreed in her effort to prove her crush that she was just as fun. The sudden panic on her face was fun, but she seemed even less enthusiastic about going back on her word. She threw one last glance towards the magical Jacuzzi, encouraged by the fact that its surface was filled with white bubbles, thick enough to hide anything underwater, including her muggle swimwear in case it turned out to be unsatisfactory.

She disappeared behind the screen once more, and Harry quickly undressed, then slipped inside the water, completely naked. He didn't bother to convert the screen to its transparent state, wanting to be surprised with her wearing a muggle swimwear, even though it was only a conservative one-piece, loose enough to hide her features, its whiteness its only suggestive factor. He would have liked to put her in a black bikini set that was more string than fabric, but there was a limit how far he could push her even with her ridiculous crush.

It took a few minutes for her to step into his field of vision, and when she did, she was wearing an ugly robe instead of the swimsuit he had prepared for her. He would have thought that she changed her mind and was about to leave him alone, but he noticed her feet were naked. He smirked as she walked closer, though he was just enough of an asshole to order her swimsuit to tighten a bit, punishing her for denying him the sight of her beautiful body.

"Harry," she murmured as she stood at the other side of the Jacuzzi. "Could you close your eyes for a second." He did so, but more out of amusement than anything else, finding her shyness ironic when combined with all she displayed, but was unaware of. "You can open now," she murmured after he felt something touching his foot.

He opened, and saw the beautiful redhead just an arm swing away, buried to the water up to the chin, contrasting with his more casual setting, which left most of his chest outside the water. He closed his eyes as he leaned back, allowing her time to get in terms with her new revealing state. Of course, he couldn't help but add another nice detail. With the water causing a continuous movement, he assumed she would be hard-pressed to separate the difference between different vibrations, and ordered her swimsuit so start vibrating around her knob, quite a bit harder than the one during the duel.

"It's an amazing sensation, right?" he said while he kept his eyes closed.

"It is," she answered, but her voice was strained considerably.

"Is something wrong?" he asked as he opened his eyes, doing his best to sound obvious, like he failed to realize the strain in her voice was due to her unmet arousal. Or the fact that the erection of her nipples was something completely unrelated.

"I think it's a muscle I pulled during the duel, moving around," she murmured, trying to come up with an excuse, unaware of the opportunities it provided to him.

"Let me help," he said, not waiting for her response before grabbing her ankle, and pulling her leg closer. She opened her mouth, about to say something, but then changed her mind as he pressed his fingers on her calf, rubbing softly. Harry hadn't needed to read her thoughts to know what she was thinking, her face told all he needed, but he decided to use legimency on her anyways. It was a good opportunity to train.

Even then, he waited until his fingers started to work deeper into her muscles, pushing her arousal to the next level with the help of his small vibrating trap. And that arousal worked wonders in eroding her shyness. Soon, she was standing more straight, her eyes half-closed with pleasure as she enjoyed the combined massage of the water, his fingers, and his secret spell, so much that she didn't pay any attention to the fact that, in her new stance, her breasts were hanging above the water, her stiff nipples clearly visible through the thick fabric of her swimwear.

It was the time, he decided, constructing the lightest mental probe he had ever created, soft enough for her to ignore it as an illusion even if she managed to notice it. It turned out that his great attention was a complete waste, as in her aroused state, the protections of her mind was so weak that they might as well not exist. His probe danced over her surface thoughts, bathing itself in her arousal and her desire, locked behind her shyness and her sense of propriety. It would be trivially easy to loosen them so that she ends up in his lap just moments later, but he chose to leave them alone, to be broken by traditional methods. It wouldn't be fun otherwise.

All the while, Susan's foot was on his inner thigh as he massaged her calf. He started dragging it upwards intentionally, with Susan's expression of shock growing more she only encountered naked flesh, until her toe was on the side of his pelvis, where his swimsuit would be in if he had been wearing a speedo. "Harry," she gasped. "Where is your swimsuit!"

"I don't have any," he explained even as his fingers danced on her leg, moving upwards, passing her knee to start working on her thigh.

"Why!?" she said, her tone no less shocked, as she looked like she was about to jump out.

"I like it better naked," he casually explained, trying to sound nonchalant to suggest that it was nothing out of ordinary.

"Is it like a tradition or something?" she asked, but it didn't sound sincere, more that it looked like she was trying to earn time while trying to decide what to do.

"Nope," he answered, completely unashamed. "I just like it better."

"I see," she murmured. It was obvious that she didn't, but she was too passive to argue.

Not that Harry had any problem with her shocking attitude. It was a part of his plan after all. He pulled his hands away from her body. "It was a good relaxation," he said as he stood up, displaying his manhood in full mast thanks to all earlier encounter. A strangled gasp escaped her mouth, her hands jumping on her eyes to cover, but it was obvious that she was still peeking between her fingers. Harry used a towel conjured by the room to dry his hair, trying to act obviously to the fact that Susan was examining his shaft, completely enraptured, her hands already back to their default positions to give her an unrestricted view. She watched without a sound as he slowly dressed, looking closer to fainting by each passing second.

"Let's meet again, Monday at seven, before the classes begin." Looking to shocked to say anything, she just nodded blankly. "Perfect, see you then," he added, and left the room. Surprisingly, he managed to keep his amused snickers inside until he closed the door, leaving her alone.

But not before ordering the room to record what she was about to do after he left.